Hello everybody!
I was a girl child who was very intimate, so touching and a bit timid.
My mother keeps telling me that I have been crying for three days after the ambulance coming.
Had he come to the hospital in case he got rid of it.
I can hardly remember that my grades in primary school went above 1.25-1.50
hani every seven years, one’s hair, even the skin
I think it is said to have changed the shell, I guess I’m 15 years old
when I go to Switzerland for four years for boarding school
my personality, my character changed the crust at this time.
I went to college later, but my mom
The fact that I have not left has never changed.
I went to college, four year university
I finished thanks thanks in three years.
As if you had seen the television section
I also studied psychology, graduated, returned.
It’s never meant to mean that I love school ranks,
because my work life is always my reality
actually it was my way of life.
My mother once took me to Taksim Square one day,
hand in hand We walk on the road Together a mad mad spit on the floor.
My mother, of course, went home with a pimpikish run,
for five days I had chipped me to the bed,
this is of course in my 1999
-NTV I started to work as a reporter-
Taksim Square was the last time I had an interview.
Then in 1999, NTV began the internship period first.
I entered through the door; what division should I enter, what I should do …
Here is the culture art department,
arts, art lessons, exhibitions, lots of concerts … It’s not for me at all.
I went to the economy section, dialing numbers was never very good.
TEFE, TÜFE, breakfast press conferences …
It’s just too much of me. I went to sports.
Here are the matches, the scores … I said not here.
I got into the latest news center, I found myself in the intelligence department.
He is inside; excited, inquisitive, researcher, investigator …
I think adrenaline is the most passion
I spent a lot of time on NTV for six years.
Again in that period Bayrampasa Prison, F-type prisons have protests.
Bayrampaşa Prison also has protests.
I got a phone in the middle of the night, I think I’m going to the secret line.
I remember getting out of the house with my fingers.
Conflicts, explosions …
The last two days, I returned home.
In short, what we read in the books,
I wanted to touch that life.
That’s why you need to be right in the middle of the food.
Reporter is also the kitchen of this business.
That’s why you should definitely eat some salt.
and you even need two stones to roast.
Because it is not told from life, it is not realistic.
So even though I’m the general director today
I do not stay as a reporter, that’s all.
Conflicts, interrogations all together.
I think the dimension of emotionality is most in the limb
I tested the body over two hundreds I saw.
I’m engaged at that time.
Üzeyir Garih, our family friend joined the engagement.
A week later I live in the news center,
An announcement from the police radio …
At that time we listened to the police radio and still remembered the codes by heart.
[POLICE RADIO] “Üzeyir Garih was killed in Piyer Loti Cemetery.”
Could it be, could I be real?
I went running to the scene instead.
I looked, really. She’s lying in the blood.
I feel so sad, I remember crying for hours.
I followed all this.
The killer was caught, the fights started in Fatih Adliyesi.
I joined all of those stances one by one and the man said:
“I was actually just hurt. ‘Help, help’ below
I shouted up again and I killed him, “he said.
Could I possibly say skepticism.
I put an hourglass in Piyer Loti Cemetery down,
I pulled all those stairs out.
I wonder if he could have killed in such a short time.
I have experienced many events like this.
The choice of those who have the potential to become leaders in their field,
The US Department of State had a program for a month and a half.
I was invited to this too.
The Pentagon is a program that includes White House tours.
Margaret Thatcher, Süleyman Demirel …
They all joined in their youth.
I was the only Turk who was invited to the program in that year.
How many years have I been in my professional life
just because I participated in this program …
I’ve had a lot in my professional life for over nineteen years.
I am ergenekoncu, I am a pro.
I know that your own country is wearing this flag – you know the Americans,
they wear a T-shirt from an American flag, shorts on them-
I am wearing my own star’s flag
I’m racist, fascist in this country.
I think it’s easier to be a target when you’re a woman, and
It is true not easy being a woman in Turkey.
Because we are fighting in a male-dominated media, we are all working.
For example, May 1st never forget, Labor Day.
We then went on shooting together with all the colleagues.
We take a souvenir photo on the famous Perpa Bridge;
I look at the picture of a 22 year old
and a female colleague is just two of us.
Again last week, I think it was the previous week.
Çankaya Pavilion, the prime ministers of television and
called the general editorial directors of the newspapers.
When we go together, I do not feel sorry.
There are 43 people on the table, only two women, one person.
What I mean is actually a very beautiful painting.
Because I think we’ve worked so hard in this male dominated media
we have struggled always positive discrimination against women
I applied in my own news center under the unconscious.
So, today, from Istanbul News Manager to Ankara News Manager;
Yurt News Editor, Foreign News Editor
I handed it over to the women.
Men do not seem to be involved, but I trust women’s eyes and heart very much.
The work we do is already heart work, we do it with love
we do what we do, passionately.
Otherwise, there is no good from your work already done.
Of course we are not mechanic, of course, around that glass of magic screen
most of the time we are being battered and people are very traumatic
I think the scene is more like breaking points.
One of mine is Mehmet.
Mehmet is 7 years old, his mother and father are about to divorce,
custody case is seen.
Mother of Koran teacher, father Imam
and his father decides to live in a different city after this decision.
We follow this posture and naturally Mehmet
he gives his mother his custody because the age is small court.
She starts to stay with her mother afterwards.
The child, of course, misses it.
Mommy is out of bed and comin ‘up.
I put it on a concrete like ice,
He waits there until sabaha.
He does not even lift him to the hospital.
Then come to your grandmother against sabbath, what you did say that.
That’s how they say it, they go to the hospital.
For a week, he struggles between death and life,
trying to survive but unfortunately
He is saying goodbye to Mehmet at 7 years old.
Afterwards Mehmet’s father was a big influence on me.
Because in my mind I always have the following image:
Mehmet, in his mother’s custody, cries in custody
“Dad do not leave me mother, he beat me so hard.”
Your mother is also jerking Mehmet, so that you do not yell more.
Those cries did not go away for a month in my dreams.
The news was over, the hearing process.
I made a comment after the news.
The rebellion was killed by his own mother
He was sentenced to penalty for regret.
I made a comment.
Anyway, the news is over, the phone rings, they are calling from the trunk.
I was looking for Mehmet’s father, and he was confused.
“Who? Mehmet? Of course, “I said.
“Hi, I am Mehmet’s father.
I am trying to get a lot of tiny years my son.
I tried to get a son, but the court did not allow, “he said.
“I could not hold this life, Mehmet, but you
With a little bit of your words you have refreshed me. Good thing you are! “
Since that day, Mehmet’s father is calling me at every festival every candle.
I do not know Mehmet’s father at all.
here is a lie somewhere – to the father of Mehmet – and
perhaps touching the life of that tiny Mehmet who had moved from this world.
Just like that Mehmet, other Mehmets have always been very important in my life.
There are no soldiers or police in my family
you are my love to the soldiers and police of this country.
Yes patriotism, Ataturkism and
I think that my greatest chance is to be born and grow in these lands.
But in return for this country’s soldiers and police
I always felt so alone.
I felt that I was not considered as admirable and I decided to be their voice.
Maybe I said it was important to them and I would be with them on a special day,
I said to spend the New Year’s Eve with them.
Where do I go, where do I go, Where is the farthest place I look:
There is Dağlıca on the border.
The ridiculous may not even know it, the place we gave 16 martyrs in 2015.
Maybe you find it hard to find even on the map, or
you may have heard so many news.
Two helicopters and one airplane … I missed them.
Just because I spent time with them …
I could not go to New Year’s Eve, security reasons
and weather conditions
they gave me a day after two weeks and I got permission to shoot for 24 hours, I went.
Tank shots, gun shots.
We went up to the Beybuta hill at an altitude of 2753.
[HELICOPTER VOICE]
The bird does not fly, it’s a caravan.
Hani to work here
you really need to have a purpose in life.
Must be a homeland love, must be a flag love.
You must have a huge heart.
Because you can not afford to pay for it.
People are showing their lives here.
I’m going to bed in a cave-like place.
Already the weather is so bad, it’s cold at -20 degrees
and people are having trouble even talking.
2 meters of snow …
Sometimes a helicopter comes in,
the soldiers eat as much as they can.
They lie up in such a place. For you, for us, for all of us …
For Homeland!
Afterwards the filming was over, we went to Dağlıca.
I spend one night with 1,500 soldiers.
The shootings are over, we sit down and say we talked.
Nice, it’s possible to sleep.
I came to the room.
A click knocked on the door, a young petty officer in his 20s:
“Nazlı Abla, can you sit down with us for a while?
So long as we wait for you, you will come here. “
I said, of course, I do not have a seat.
I told them, they told me.
Some of them count as days when they have been left as such.
While they were telling me, I was hooked on the TV.
Because a music channel is open, under the music channel
hani lovers cross each other’s notes, messages …
Everyone has a wait, love.
It’s like you, like me.
The shootings are over and I leave. By the way …
My mom is a little pimpiric, I never say where I went to mother.
“I am going to Ankara. I have an extraordinary general assembly, I will shoot at the congress, “I said.
From Sunday to Sunday, we now have 24 hours.
Van Fleet, last thing, the plane will be off in a few hours.
We sit and wait.
At this moment my mother is calling me on the video phone:
I said, “Sir.”
He said, “Ah, I got my new ones, is it good?”
I’m making eyebrows now, but he does not understand
Everyone listens to us when it is audible.
“I lied to you a lie. I’m not in Ankara. “
“Where are you?” He said. I said, “I’m Dağlıca.”
“Where is it?”
Here I said like this Van, Hakkari, Yüksekova … Indition, it is over, I am coming.
“I will kill you when you come here, I will deal with you now” or something …
“But I do not believe it’s not there for sure.”
I said, “Mom vallahi is here.” “No no. I do not believe it “
I said, I have an indication.
Seven commanders sat in front of me, my mother was standing in front of me.
“Sincerely, sir, I respect all of you, my daughter entrusts you.”
(Laughter)
He says, “Come, we will meet.”
Then I went to Yüksekova again,
There are also bombs exploding there.
There’s a law to go out on the street. Conflicts …
I said, “I’m alive” so I do not have to worry.
Soon the news will start,
I will understand in the images that I am there.
I called ahead, how are you yelling at me,
“You do not listen to any words. Obtuse, now is enough “
And he yells at me like that.
My look is yelling too much, so I turned off the phone.
He did not speak for a week.
“The crust is with you,” he said, without any other remedy.
When we say we can not hear the news of martyrs,
The biggest danger when we say not to get used to it is actually in them.
We went to Nusaybin and there is a ban on going out in Nusaybin, conflicts continue.
Here we are going to shoot, they will go to operation.
We all sat together at a table, we are talking again:
How do we do it, how many days are left in the area,
how much they cleaned out from the terrorist organization.
We drank our tea.
We went to the draw, they went to the operation.
A few hours passed, we sat again.
I look at Ali, I do not have Ali.
“Where is Ali?” I said.
“Ali fell martyrs.”
EYP (Handmade explosive) installed, two hours ago.
I said, “How?” Ali fell martyrs.
Hani is entering for 60 seconds, maybe my lives,
is entering with martyr news.
Those kids who are crying mother, wife, orphan, playing in the courtyard of the mosque …
We say afterwards that it is over for us,
but life for them is always halfway.
Because the fire burns down the place.
Their lives are always halfway.
One day we return from Dağlıca.
Military helicopter bindik, occasionally, very rarely get up already helicopters.
There are a group of soldiers, and they will now leave for the marketplace,
Loaded like a fish load all packed together into a helicopter.
Two of the pilots of those cobra helicopters are sitting next to me when I leave.
He said that you would take our picture but you make a selfie with us …
Of course I said, we took pictures like this together.
It’s been 22 days since, Burak …
The martyr is coming.
We’ve always saved sadness and always pay a price.
I have also been judged by dozens of cases, including IŞİD and the PKK.
I’m still being judged.
Death threats, parliamentary investigations, insults, threats …
For example, a safety bomb was distributed to a list of bombs,
Due to the fact that several people live bombs.
You said you would let us know, and we did.
Two days later they called me from the security.
They said, “Notification came.” I thought he was being sued again.
I look up, one of the girls we made that news
“How do you tell me the live bomb class
I am a university student, there is no such thing “.
Of course I went to the judiciary.
I’m giving you a check, I’m gone.
There was a time passed, two years passed.
A clash in front of the Homeland Security Directorate in Istanbul …
A policeman is martyred, and two girls are in bed.
Bombs on their tops, Kalashnikov in their hands.
Dead terrorists.
She was one of those girls who sued me two years ago.
I was acquitted automatically.
Did you get more than that, bitch?
I never knew, but I wanted to make a difference and
I wanted to wake up some of those sleeping on board.
And what I did, with love, with passion.
Claims, investigations …
Like every mother, my mother
“Enough tired leave it now. Will you save the world? “
No, my power is not enough to save the world,
maybe sit on the chair I sit
I thought it would be enough to change things.
And if everybody sweeps the front of his own door,
I believe that Turkey will always be.
I have a lot of big buildings to leave my daughter,
but she will be a mother who struggles to change things.
The road is ending somewhere, of course, for all of us.
What matters is how many people we touch and
I think how many people we could make a difference.
Thank you all!
(Applause)
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